I was writing from this coffee shop in Santa Monica yesterday afternoon. Pinned to the walls were all sorts of posters saying different things. Be it the 3 p.m. caffeine crash or an inexplicable wave of melancholy, I wasn't feeling so hot. I could feel my pen begin to choke as if it was running out of gas and so I looked up to give the words room to breathe. I locked eyes with a poster that read, "It's not about feeling good all the time, it's about getting good at feeling." I took a moment to feel what I was feeling. Then, I got back to writing.